Heave in the dories an' we'll dress daown after supper." That was a mighty dressing-down, attended by three or four blowing grampuses.

It lasted till nine o'clock, and Disko was thrice heard to chuckle as Harvey pitched the split fish into the hold.
"Say, you're haulin' ahead dretful fast," said Dan, when they ground the knives after the men had turned in.

"There's somethin' of a sea to-night, an' I hain't heard you make no remarks on it." "Too busy," Harvey replied, testing a blade's edge.

"Come to think of it, she is a high-kicker." The little schooner was gambolling all around her anchor among the silver-tipped waves.

Backing with a start of affected surprise at the sight of the strained cable, she pounced on it like a kitten, while the spray of her descent burst through the hawse-holes with the report of a gun.